Ying Zheng returned to the dormitory, Tang Yun's words kept circling in his head, not that he would not let him go. Although he knew that he could not doubt his father based on his words alone, he 。。。。。。

"The king has arrived." Ying Zheng hurriedly sorted out his thoughts, and as soon as he stood up, his father, the ruling monarch of the Qin State, King Xiang of Qin Zhuang. His mother, Zhao Ji, also followed King Xiang. Ying Zheng has always been a little resistant to Zhao Ji.

Although he was young, he heard some gossip in the palace very well.

Zhao Ji was originally Lü Buwei's concubine, but because of a dance at the banquet, Yiren (King Zhuangxiang) openly asked Lü Buwei to give Zhao Ji to him. Everyone knows that Zhao Ji is Lü Buwei's favorite concubine, and when everyone is waiting to see a good show, Lü Buwei unexpectedly agrees to give Zhao Ji to the King of Qin.

The palace people are rumoring that he is handsome and extraordinary, very similar to Zhao Ji, but has no resemblance to King Qin. They all doubted whether Ying Zheng was the son of the King of Qin.

This kind of rumor is naturally enough to listen to it once, Ying Zheng secretly executed these palace people, and he didn't say anything, but he had a little bit of a problem with Zhao Ji in his heart.

Coming back to his senses, Ying Zheng leaned over and saluted: "The son and the queen pay their respects to their father and mother." "Politics is exempt. Is Zheng'er's homework okay lately? King Zhuang Xiang stared at Yingzheng with a smile. A sly smile flashed on Ying Zheng's little face, and he rushed to his father's side, tugging at his father's dragon robe: "Father, it's not that you don't know Zheng'er, those scholars can recite it backwards with just a glance." ”

Yiren touched Yingzheng's head dotingly, although Yingzheng is his middle son, whether it is talent, appearance or martial arts, he is outstanding, and he is the son of Zhao Ji, Yiren is even more favored.

Zhao Ji smiled charmingly, stepped forward, and wanted to hug Yingzheng: "Zheng'er, the queen mother hasn't seen you for a few days." Ying Zheng took two steps back without a trace: "Queen Mother, the son has something to say to his father. When Zhao Ji heard this, he didn't know what it meant, so he had to withdraw his hand, smiled awkwardly, and waved his hand to take the palace people down.

"What does Zheng'er want to say to her father? Even your mother will be driven away. King Qin pulled Yingzheng to sit down.

Ying Zheng bit his lower lip, exhaled as if he had made up his mind, and stared into his father's eyes: "Father, the son wants to ask, 。。。。。。 Is it a Mingjun? ”